The Vibrations of God

The Vibrations of God

Nothing good happens when two sacred days collide. Our mutual friend's wedding falling on our anniversary was a cruel act of fate. The present from my husband sat on the bed taunting me. He had dared me to wear them and I had foolishly complied. I did it strictly because it was our anniversary.

Look at him with that wolfish grin on his face. Nervously I am beginning to sweat from our seat in the middle of the pew. I couldn’t get up fast enough and retreat even if I wanted to. With another smirk to me he moves his hand to his pocket. Damn him. But I keep my composure. I am a woman, I am strong. The first wave begins and I squeeze my legs tighter together. The hum is mild at first but the waves begin and my cheeks begin to flush. Against all of my better judgement I begin to rock back and forth pushing myself into the panties further and further. Despite myself I am more than aroused. The gentle vibrations begin to set me on edge and I give my husband a knowing look from under my eyelashes.

I can’t believe it. The power level is on low and I am ready to sing out. What will the others think of me? I have to retreat. I have to get to the bathroom and get these deplorable things off. Yet I don’t move. From my left someone in the pew begins to speak to my husband but I can’t focus on who it is or what they are saying. I only focus on his response.

“There’s nothing like reaching the next level.” He turns and smiles at me. “This is my wife, she’s a singer. A good one too. Very loud.” He leans in closer to my ear and nibbles casually on the lobe as he whispers. “Don’t run, oh no, don’t do it.” He places his hand on my thigh and gives me a gentle squeeze like he means to comfort me. My husband, the tormentor. He has no idea how badly I yearn for him to whisk me from the eye of the public and take me to some secluded place and finish what these damn vibrating panties have started. Instead I gaze at him and smile. Slowly I bite my lip as I struggle to rock my hips against the vibrations in my netherregions.

There are only three levels of power, the box said. Please God, I say in silent prayer to myself, help me endure this. When the music shifts we all rise for the entrance of the bride and she is beautiful and radiant on her wedding day. My husband has played it cool thus far and I silently thank him when suddenly the second wave hits and the pleasure mounting in me courses down my spine. I grab his shoulder to steady myself as I try not to double over. There it is. I shudder and try even harder to maintain my posture. Despite myself I mutter under my breath, “Oh.. Oh God.” Nervously I lean into my husband's back and plant a small bite on his shoulder blade, begging him silently for release that he cannot provide presently.

The intensity increases and I feel a warmth spreading between my legs. My own ecstasy is growing and having to mask it in front of the hundreds of people attending our friends wedding is only adding to the erotica. As I lean against him, I am suddenly aware of his shaking. At first I believe he is crying with emotion from the surrounding scene. But though no sound comes from him it is blatantly obvious he is shaking with laughter. Sure as he was born, he’s laughing.

People around us have changed their attention from the surrounding wedding to me, wondering if I am okay. I am red in the face and sweating and this was a mistake. We don’t even know these people.

Thankfully, my husband grants me a small reprieve and turns the panties made by the devil off as we settle back into the pew to hear the vows from the couple. It’s short lived. Just as the groom begins to pledge his undying love to his bride, the power level shoots from off to the highest level. The church around us is silent and I cannot help myself. While sitting the vibrations are hitting just the right spot and I can’t take it. I rock back and forth while my husband laughs and I am filled with ecstasy. I have no control. I shudder and my insides clench over and over willing it to last longer. Just as the groom says ‘I do’ I cannot hide it any longer. I cry out in pleasure as I melt into the pew and grip my husband's arm. He cannot hide his laughter any longer, it’s too much. I cry out as the third wave comes to an end, and God I am loud.